United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction
Then the conversation ceased, Saul seemingly giving himself up to a
sulky mood, while I had so much food for reflection with dwelling upon
what we might do and the possibilities of running our necks into a
British noose, that I was not minded to give play to my tongue.
Uncle 'Rasmus remained within his cabin a good half hour, while we lads
awaited him, having no inclination to meet our mothers just at this
time lest we be ordered to keep within the bounds of the plantation,
and thereby prevented from carrying out our plans, foolhardy though they
might be.
When the old negro did appear among us again he was ready for the
journey; that is to say, he had with him two blankets and a small
bundle, or package, which I doubted not contained the store of food he
was minded to carry with him to York Town. In addition to this outfit I
noticed that he had his heaviest cane, which was fashioned with a handle
much like a crutch, and I dimly wondered, hardly knowing that I did so,
whether he had taken this particular stick just at this time as a
weapon, or simply to guide his faltering steps.
"I reckon I'se done put ole 'Rasmus's business on dis yere plantation in
shape, an' now, chillun, I'se gwine ter be moseyin' erlong, an' ef
you'se countin' to help de ole man, it won't be out ob de way ef yer
carry dese yere blankets an' de little bundle, kase I ain' been much
used to totin' stuff dese las' years."
"Of course we're going to help you, Uncle 'Rasmus," I said quickly,
taking the blankets from his hands. "We count on keeping right by your
side from here until you come within sight of the town of York."
"I'se 'lowin', chile, dat our roads don' come together till we get to a
dead cottonwood tree, whar you say you an' Saul lay hid while de little
French boy went on inter de town."
"But which way are you going, Uncle?" Saul cried. "There's no other road
than the nearest course from here to York."
"I'se 'lowin' your ole Uncle 'Rasmus knows better'n dat," he cried.
"He's libed on dis yere plantation nigh to forty years, an' it would
seem kind'er strange ef he didn't know all de rabbit an' de coon paths
trou dis yere growth. Ef it won't tucker you chillun out to carry de
blankets an' de bundle, an' leabe 'em at de ole cottonwood, I'll get 'em
'twixt now an' mornin'. Ef so be you'se feelin' kind'er trubbled 'bout
de ole man, come to see him wheneber you gets ready. He's gwine ter be
right dar in ole Mary's cabin, sure's you're bawn."
It was a surprise to me that Uncle 'Rasmus should be able to find his
way anywhere between the two rivers, for I hardly remembered of seeing
him stray from the bounds of the plantation; but certain it was, at
least to my mind, that he should go his gait, for now had we come to put
all our dependence upon him, so far as making any move toward recovering
the stolen horses was concerned.
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